“I don’t need the affirmation of the mainstream media. I don’t care what they say. They can call me an anti-Semite. They can call me racist. They call me nativist. You can call me anything you want. Okay? As long as we’re driving this agenda for the working men and women of this country, I’m happy.”
There’s more good quotes, here.
Via Breitbart
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“The word police” isn’t such a joke line anymore.
“The people in charge believe they have found a loophole. They have outsourced policing speech to private companies, who can claim to be enforcing terms of service as private companies. Under the current arrangements, FaceBorg can ban any mention of the country Niger, even though it is perfectly legal to yell ‘Niger!’ in a crowded theater.”
The Z Man
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As of Monday, anyhow, his most recent post from his home in Brazoria:
“Just stopped in to feed Bosco, check up on stuff, and grab a couple of things. Brazos water is still maybe a block away, toward the river. Which river, by the by, is about five miles wide now. Fortunately for us, it’s five miles wide to the other side. We are (so far) on the high side.”
Five miles wide. Oops. Still a block away, but the sewage plant is underwater.
“Gotta go. No toilets in Brazoria. Sewage treatment plant is underwater, so no drainage is requested. I’m not going to violate that request, though I a[m] relatively positive I’m about the only household that cares if I make shit come up in other folks showers and tubs.”
Thoughtful of you. Good luck. Water’s got to go down sometime. May it be soon.
UPDATE: He came home on the 6th to find all okay: “This is the second year we’ve had Brazos flooding come fairly close to our house. Think God is giving me a hint? I’m looking for some higher ground.”
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Up this morning to check Gas Buddy and found a Shell near us had gas, So filled my car up and then took Mrs. C.’s, which Mr. Boy drives, for a fill up. Felt good to be back in the modern world—for as long as it lasts.
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Our neighborhood stations have been out for several days and me with only a quarter of a tank. This morning I filled up to three-quarters at a convenience store with Texaco pumps—limit $20, in cash.
That’s through gas buddy dot com after plugging in our area code and getting the news of which stations have fuel and which don’t. Very helpful and, so far, very accurate. Yesterday I walked to HEB which is about a mile away. ‘Bout wore me out. But I’ll do it again if I have to.
This is due to a major refinery being out from Harvey in Port Arthur. The snooze says it’s a problem of hoarding by some making it tough for all. Could be. Mrs. Charm’s mother in Fort Worth says the problem is there, too, with people running out of gas on the freeways. Long gas lines and higher prices. I didn’t notice the price, so glad to get some.
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Lots of limb and tree clearing going on in the neighborhood. Obviously a lot more like what we had. Next street over had an old tree uprooted and fall in the street, blocking traffic. It’s being cleared away as I write this on Wednesday.
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THE TEXAS SCRIBBLER 